The winter is getting colder and colder, the Min Mansion is recruiting troops, and the quarrel with the priest's mansion is getting worse and worse. Min Huizhu is confined to the Holy Maiden's Palace. Min Huizhu became the saint.

Min Hanghang is ready to make a move, planning to reveal the relationship between Qin Wuyan and Min Huizhu to the world, and give it a go.

Qin Wuyan is getting more and more busy, and it is inevitable that he has to go out to deal with affairs.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was alone in the Priest's Mansion, becoming more and more restless, her stomach was getting bigger and heavier, she could only let Yinling accompany her around, but only in the Priest's Mansion.

There was heavy snow in the sky, but the yard was swept clean, and salt was sprinkled on the steps, for fear that Zhuang Xiaoyu would accidentally slip and hurt the baby in her belly.

Zhuang Xiaoyu originally doubted Qin Wuyan's relationship with her, but as the servants said, I am afraid that there will be no one in this world who is obedient to her. The stars were picked off and held in front of her.

She really couldn't find any other clues from Qin Wuyan's body.

Zhuang Qingyun and the housekeeper managed the entire priest's mansion in an orderly manner. She wanted to find out what was going on, but even if she forced her to ask, she couldn't get anything out of the servants' mouths.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky where goose feathers and heavy snow were flying, and stepped up the steps with her skirt twisted.

Yinling quickly supported her, "Madam, be careful."

Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced at her, but said nothing.

Yinling was terrified by Zhuang Xiaoyu's look, and immediately changed her words: "Miss, why...why did you come here?"

"This used to be my father's residence." Zhuang Xiaoyu said naturally, "I'll go in and have a look."

Zhuang Xiaoyu arrived at the door of Zhuang Huaisen's bedroom smoothly, but Yinling didn't dare to go any further.

After Zhuang Huaisen's death, although this bedroom has not been sealed, no one has been in it for a long time, but there are still mothers who go in to clean it, but many servants walk around here.

In the place where someone has died, and Zhuang Huaisen did all the bad things during his lifetime, and stayed sick for so long, almost every servant in this mansion is secretly looking forward to his early death.

If you don't do bad things in your life, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night, but if you do bad things, you will be more in awe of ghosts and gods that don't exist in the dark.

Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced at Yinling, knowing that she was afraid, and said: "You wait for me outside, I'll go in and have a look."

Yinling couldn't wait, and shrank to the corner of the corridor, "Miss, be careful."

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened the door and walked in. The inside was fairly clean, but it hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the doors and windows were closed tightly. There was a musty smell inside, without any life.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked around, stood beside the neatly stacked bed, stroked the curtain with her fingertips, and Zhuang Huaisen's dying and emaciated appearance suddenly appeared in her mind.

The memory was broken, she only saw her father's lips wriggling with difficulty, but she couldn't remember what his father said to her.

This familiar room is full of deja vu scenes, which occasionally coincide with the memories that suddenly flashed, but like pieces of rags, what is pieced together is still just fragments.

Zhuang Xiaoyu turned around, raised her feet and walked towards the side hall, walked through the veranda, and arrived at the back of the house, separated by a wall, but heard chattering voices and low suppressed sobbing outside the corner...